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I’ll Never Know If What I Had Was Covid
Wild thoughts during self-imposed isolation
Today is my 14th day of self-isolation since three of us in our house — me, my spouse Francis, and our toddler Joaquin — went down with fever, body ache, headaches, and sniffles. Five days before the three of us had symptoms together, it was our 9-year-old daughter Dione who had fever, body ache, headache, and sniffles. When Dione got well after only two days, we didn’t think much of it, till whatever she had seemed to have infected us, too.
When the three of us showed symptoms, we went down pretty bad and quick: the headache and fatigue were very debilitating. Only Dione, who had first gotten whatever it was and survived it, was well enough to stand and move around. Little Joaquin, thankfully, was able to just sleep through most of it — since he’d still wake up to eat and drink a little, as long as he could work up an appetite and was breathing well, Francis and I figured that rather than drain ourselves with needless worry, we should focus instead on recovering as fast as we could. On the second day of our symptoms, however, we began to worry when Joaquin vomited a lot and refused to eat. Francis and I agreed to calm the little boy through the night, and to take him (actually, all of us) to the hospital the following day.
